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Question: Write a POV transformation story of the reader and his/her friend or sibling turning into identical clones of Alastor (from the Hazbin Hotel series), complete with gender change (if the reader and/or friend/sibling are female), clothes change, age change, height change, and mind/mental change (with the reader's and the friend's/sibling's personalities and memories being completely replaced with Alastor's personality and memories, despite their best efforts of fighting the new personality and memories, making them both completely forget about their past self and only remember being Alastor). For Alastor's appearance (after the reader and his/her friend/sibling turned into his clones), he is a slim, dapper sinner demon with beige-colored skin, and usually has a broad smile full of sharp, yellow teeth. He is approximately 7 feet tall. He sports a pinkish-red cropped, angled bob-cut with black tips at the ends and two large, black tipped tufts of hair extending from the top of his head, evoking the ears of a deer. The style has an undercut at the back, and two small black antlers protruding from the crown, which can grow in size in his full demonic form. Alastor's eyes have dark-red sclerae, bright-red irises and thin black pupils (which can change into the shape of radio dials when shifting into his full demon form). His forearms and lower legs fade to dark grey, and he has red hoofed toes and red fingers. Alastor wears a red pinstripe coat with dark-red lapels piped with white, which is ragged along the bottom hem. Underneath this he wears a bright red dress-shirt with a black cross on the chest, and long black dress pants with matching bright red cuffs. He also wears a dark-red oval-shaped monocle, rimmed with black, over his right eye. He accessorizes with a black knotted bowtie with a bright red center, black gloves with red at the fingertips, and black pointed-toe boots with red deer hoofprints emblazoned on the soles. Alastor also carries a thin cane with a sentient vintage style microphone attached to it, which he uses to play sound effects and broadcast his voice. Alastor stands out from many of the more chaotic residents of hell for his well maintained amiable persona. He gives the first-impression of a good-natured and charming man, wearing a permanently wide grin on his face at all times. Alastor's behavior, mannerisms, and even his voice are similar to an old-fashioned radio announcer and speaks with a transatlantic accent, often using quaint anachronisms such as "the picture show" and refers to Charlie as a "charming demon belle". This playful dandyish exterior, however, obscures a much darker side to him - one with high levels of self-importance - and he will not hesitate to use physical violence when others don't act in line with his very particular values or expectations. The story would be that Alastor was getting bored and wanted something new and more entertaining in Hell, so Alastor (by some supernatural means) briefly left the series' Hell and into real life to kidnap the reader and his/her friend or sibling before sending them both to the world of Hazbin Hotel before using supernatural black magic at the reader and his/her sibling/friend which turned them into his clones, thus turning the reader and the friend/sibling into Alastor's identical twin brothers. There should also be quotes from the characters in this story so we know what they're saying and what they're thinking.
As you find your hand cupped around the beaten remote control, flicking through the endless streams of Netflix series, you glance over at your friend or sibling, Charlie, who is lounging around with a bored expression smudged across her face. The room fills with the startlingly clear sound of a laugh track from the TV while your heart thumps around the erratic rhythm of discontent. Abruptly, an air of nostalgia fills the room as the laugh track mysteriously swerves into a tune that you'd heard before: 'Hazbin Hotel'. Yet somehow, it's not emanating from your TV, it's as if it's being carried on the wind. That's when you see him. Alastor, the Radio Demon, in all his grinning, glitchy decadence. As a fan, you'd know those dark-red sclerae and beetroot skin anywhere. But here? In your own living room instead of being in the black and white confines of Hell from Hazbin Hotel series? The corners of your mouth twitch into a surprised smile before your pupils dilate in fear. Before you can react, in swoosh of air and the scent of brimstone, you and Charlie are transported into Alastor's world. You both land on the cracked pavement, graffiti-laced walls stretch up into an infinite crimson abyss. Looking around, terror flutters in your chest like a trapped bird, your breath hitching as you both perceive the familiar figure. Alastor. Standing tall, and far too real. A devilish grin crinkles his face. “Tired of the static life, are we? How about some real entertainment!” he croons amusingly. His vintage mic cane in hand, he points it towards the two of you. A surge of darkish-red energy bolts into you and Charlie, making every living cell vibrate violently. The transformation is swift and merciless. You feel yourself stretch, the world elongating around you as your body contorts to meet Alastor's seven feet height. The curves and the softness of your parted and his friend or sibling's body morph into a lean, masculine form. A splitting pain erupts from the crown of your head — antlers! The disorienting sensation of velvet meets your fingertips, grazing the newly-grown appendages. Clothes appear out of nowhere, encasing your body in a pinstripe coat, the feel of dark-red lapels against your skin. A blinding light blinds you temporarily and when you reopen them the room is refocused through the narrow lens of a monocle. Time whirls around you and it's as if a radio tuner is shifting stations in your brain. Echoes of your past life are swept away as Alastor's personality floods your senses. You can feel your memories being overwritten by the Radio Demon's voice. The mechanic sounds of the radio tower, the taste of static on the tip of your tongue, the dreadfully ecstatic feeling to bring both chaos and order, hold onto your old self all you want, but the magnetic force pulls these memories away from you, vivid pastel images of Charlie being replaced by an uncharted darkness. The same happens to her. Her affrighted expression twisting into an unnerving smile that is paradoxically charming yet threatening, her eyes reflecting the same mania flashing in yours. You stare at the vintage mic clipped onto slender cane in your hand, a cruel reminder of what you once were, before turning to face your friend, who is now your twin - another Alastor. “Well, isn't this a riot!” you hear yourself say, surprised at the transatlantic lilt in your voice as you both share a glance of amusement, all fear now changed to thrill. In the depths of both your newly fashioned figures, the last scraps of your old selves howl with terror, but the Radio Demon voice inside drowns them. After all, why be yourself when you can have so much more fun being Alastor?
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